Werewolf War Novels & Stories

Derek, Sophia , Vieira and the healer were all still in the alpha king's chamber. A good while had passed. At the moment, no one was saying anything. A couple of servants scurried through the entire place in a bid to get the whole mess cleaned up properly and set the room in order as it ought to be. Derek could not stop staring in wonder at the mess he had created. The whole room was in chaos. More like where two werewolves had had a very brutal fight that was set for death. The only things that missed were those markings of the claws of people who were slashing everything. Some parts of the room definitely needed to be redone. He sat on a sofa with his full focus geared towards the two huma

Fenna smiled at him and scraped her throat, “Because Lola is here for the first time, I would like to tell the story of Agnitus it is one of my personal favorites.” The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained do

She wouldn't call herself old, but she was old enough to understand what was going on. The great war was the war that happened between the werewolf specie and the human race. It happened a long time ago, Olivia could remember the world being in disarray and uproar. So many lives were lost, until both creatures decided to call a truce and live together peacefully. Liam chuckled in amusement, he wasn't expecting her to pick offence. It should rather be a compliment since he kind of insinuated that she looked younger, she was such a spit fire. "I meant no offence. I'm Liam by the way, Liam Wagner" he introduced himself, stretching his hand for a shake. He expected a look of familiarity from her

On the 5th, the 6th month, the year 1234, there was a great war in the state of Asix, precisely in the city of Mane. That involves at least five groups (nations) that drop each other and take revenge in each district. A dracula nation that is indeed the archenemy of the werewolf nation, with great ambition to finish off those who have made the war more raging in rob, bear, and twenty other districts. At the same time, hunters were targeting them—dracula and werewolves—in those conflict areas.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

“We cannot allow that. We plan on locating August, bringing him into the town to co-ordinate the pack, and lead them against the Van Helsings. “In this act, bringing an armed force in such numbers and taking advantage of a disaster to attack packs during their weakest moments,” Greg continued lifting his chin. “The Van Helsings have declared war on werewolf kind, and werewolf kind will rally.” “War,” Heath murmured. Through their joined hands she felt his concern and shock. He had been preparing for a war in building the bunker beneath the river house, and yet now that it was before him, he was taken aback to find that it was not the war that he had anticipated. “How can werewolves fight a w

“They see us as beasts, as monsters. But they will soon learn that the true monsters are those they have betrayed.” Fenrir, ever the warrior, stepped forward. “We must take the fight to them. No more treaties, no more words. We must reclaim our honor with blood.” The werewolf leaders, fueled by their own anger and grief, agreed. For the first time in centuries, the werewolves would go to war.

If Clark hadn't stopped me, Serena might have died at my hands. The war situation is still agitated. The human side had few new moves. Therefore, the werewolf side has gradually adapted to the new type of war and gradually found solutions to neutralize it. Although the werewolf side had to suffer a lot to find a solution, it was all worth it.

“Lucas Donovan? The Supreme werewolf Alpha?” Werewolves were a vampire’s mortal enemy. The only reason that we weren’t in the midst of a constant bloodshed was because the werewolf population had dwindled considerably during the war that had come to decide the fate of the world. A war that was now known as the Wipeout. But that war had occurred two centuries ago, giving the wolves enough time to regroup. Rumors have it that they’re now stronger than ever and have increased considerably in numbers, but no one has ever seen them in the city yet. They tend to stick to the wilderness.

She dismissed it as justice being served. “Well.. There’s this book my dad had. He used to read it to me when I was little, I still read it now because I like it. It’s about werewolves, just like us, in the ancient times when war and killing were the norms. “There were three new soldiers who were sent to war for the first time. Their commander was very good at setting traps for their enemies and also sneaking up on them when they least expect it. “This time, the only way to win was to sneak up on their victims in their sleep and kill them. Their commander gave each of them strategic points to target.